Chapter 943: Refining Fake

Tushanjun lay on the ground and looked sideways.

The person who came was eight feet tall.

Her long black hair was tied up casually.

Young faces.

Wearing a complicated robe, like some kind of crown robe.

The young man stood not far away and glanced at Tushanjun.

He said calmly: "Don't blame me for cutting off your mana. You are very strong, but not strong enough. Even if you drain your mana, you will not be able to defeat the top sage holding a magic weapon."

"Using three-thirds of my strength with you is the limit of what I can do."

Tushanjun looked towards the sky.

The stars are brilliant.

Luo Tianpeng did not take action again.

In his eyes, the strange saint is no longer a concern. Without the help of the master's treasures, he will die sooner or later.

Seeing that the other party looked like a core disciple but was alienated from the sect, it was time to save himself.

At this moment, Luo Tianpeng, who was confident of winning, returned to his former demeanor, as calm as a king and said with a smile: "It turns out that the little leader has arrived."

As he spoke, his eyes became searching, as if he was looking for something.

"Are you looking for him?"

The little leader stretched out his hand and took out a head with closed eyes.

The owner of the head is Mr. Shu, one of the four hall masters who worked for Luo Tianpeng. At this moment, only one head is left floating.

There was no look of pain on the head's face, and even his expression was extremely relaxed, but the paleness was unabashedly exposed to everyone.

Luo Tianpeng's face changed drastically, revealing an expression of disbelief.

He didn't expect that Mr. Shu, whom he relied on as a confidant, died.

He died so quietly that not even his soul escaped.

Luo Tianpeng roared loudly, roaring like an earth-shaking military order from the Nine Heavens King.

"No need to summon them."

The young leader said calmly: "Just when you were fighting against Gan Laogui and being involved by these two people, your four hall masters, five masters, and twelve deputies were all killed without a single one left."

He pointed while speaking: "Except for him Lu Jing Sha, you are already alone."

Listening to what the young leader said, Luo Tianpeng spit out a mouthful of blood and said in a deep voice: "Impossible! No one can kill them so quickly."

"have."

"who?"

"I."

A cold voice came from the distant sky, and a figure appeared as the space was distorted.

"Gusu... Cuiguang!"

Luo Tianpeng stared at the approaching monk.

Look at Gusu Cuiguang who is standing behind the young leader.

Luo Tianpeng was suddenly startled by that respectful look, and a chill ran down his back. Who in this world can make Gusu Cuiguang show such a look, is it the clan elder or the king of heaven?

No, neither.

Only the leader.

Luo Tianfeng.

No matter how slow he was, he understood.

It was a terrible trap from beginning to end.

Not only did he fall into the trap and kill the elders of the Qian clan for Luo Tianfengqing, he also completely ruined his own backbone of the Northland.

Those are five saints, seven half-saints, and nine peak gods.

It is the strength he has accumulated over thousands of years and is the most loyal to him.

Such a heavy blow almost made it difficult for the King of the North to support his body. He was completely defeated. Even if he could kill Luo Tianfeng and Gusu Cuiguang, he still did not have enough power to control the great religion.

These twenty-one disciples who followed him were clearly from his family. These twenty people, not twenty monks, are his basic base in the North.

Without them, Northland would no longer trust him.

puff.

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.

Luo Tianpeng's face suddenly turned pale.

Lu Jingsha gave up his pursuit of Luo Manping and instead guarded Luo Tianpeng, like a taciturn figure who wanted to step forward to help Luo Tianpeng.

Luo Tianpeng waved his hand slightly, indicating that he did not need to step forward.

If just now Luo Tianpeng was as high-spirited as a king ruling the world, then now he is like a subjugated king, trying to support his body: "You can't be alive, I saw him chop off your head with my own eyes."

"The great formation fixed in the void has annihilated your soul."

"I always feel at ease when organizing things."

That was a careful plan. Even if Luo Tianfeng was a top saint and could be called a holy king, he would still die under the siege of twenty-eight Void Refining Realm monks. Moreover, under such strict protection, it was impossible to Let the soul of a top saint escape to find an opportunity to reshape his body.

"You guessed it right, I'm not alive."

"What escaped was just a remnant soul."

"I used some means to extend my life." Luo Tianfeng calmly told King Zuo Tianfeng.

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and a black-red light that penetrated the clouds in the sky turned into a long dragon and was taken into his hand. He held it in the air and turned it into a Zhang Xu soul flag.

As he spoke, he took out the imprisoned soul and put it into the flag.

It happens to be a world saint.

"So I won't give you this chance."

As Mr. Shu's soul merged into the Soul Banner, Tu Shanjun, as the main soul of the Soul Banner, entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

Infinite vitality gathers and runs in the great world within the body.

With the evil spirit replenished, Tushanjun sat cross-legged under the big locust tree and looked inside to see the state of death.

The sky and the earth are vast, the mountains are high and the sea is vast, the fire of karma has been burning for hundreds of generations, and the dark wind is plowing the world. At that time, the earth, water, fire and wind are complete, and the great world is reborn, but there is only boundless vitality wandering within the territory.

Boom.

The thunder falls and the corners of the eaves grow.

Tu Shanjun, who was making seals with his palms, began to chant the Tao of Immortality.

A great world appeared in his hands.

At the same time, a shrine of a royal carriage with a sky-high sky and a netherworld appeared behind him. When Tushanjun opened his eyes again, he looked down. He saw the Taoist temple, the big city in the distance, and the figure in black and red Taoist robes under the locust tree in the Taoist temple.

He even felt that he should abandon his "weak" body. If he could abandon his body, could he start practicing with this innate body born from the big world?

Maybe he didn't need to practice anymore.

Isn't that the three flowers gathered on the top of his head?

Clouds suddenly rose under his feet.

The Miaofa Tianting Palace was in the distance to welcome him to the immortal class, and the immortal clouds surrounded him on both sides.

The shrine of the royal carriage he sat on moved slowly forward under the drag of thousands of evil ghosts, but walked unswervingly towards the divine road with the engraved immortal gate in the distance.

Tushanjun looked at the auspicious saint and the boundless light in the distance, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"The three flowers gathered at the top of the head are an illusion, and the clouds under your feet are not real. A big dream must be awakened, and the rootless and boundless will return to the dust."

In this turbid world of mortals, the sea of ​​suffering is endless. Without a raft to cross the sea, can you really reach the end of the immortal road by relying on the Dharma image alone?

If becoming an immortal requires others to welcome you and a heavenly palace to carry you, then what kind of immortal is this? Human immortal, ghost immortal, mortal immortal, or... a god.

"Is my body really weak?"

The Dharma image spoke.

It was like thunder from the sky, and like a whisper from the ancient times, with an indescribable hoarseness in the emptiness.

The figure sitting cross-legged under the tree was not weak, nor was it small. It was the Taoism he cultivated step by step, not the sacredness born in the great world.

Even the Dharma image needs a root. Without a root, no matter how gorgeous it is, it is just a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror, and a castle in the air will collapse at the touch of a button.

Tu Shanjun slowly opened his eyes.

He said calmly: "Refining the false is not only to turn the Dharma image from virtual to real, but also to let oneself experience the true and false. Don't indulge in the power of the Dharma image, but pay more attention to yourself. All the power is your own power, and there is no need to question it."

"Refining the false!"

Tu Shanjun didn't need to look back.

He knew that this boundless vitality had gathered in the Luanyu shrine under his guidance.

The lotus throne that was originally empty had been sat on by someone, not someone else, but his Dharma image, the Dharma image born in the realm of death of the gods.

The big world changed.

Murong Jing, who should have been in the Wu'an Guixu, had a drastic change in his expression.

Looking down, he shouted: "Not good!"

The power of the Zunhun Banner was simply beyond his comprehension. At the moment when Tu Shanjun, the main soul, was promoted to the Refining False, the Soul Banner suppressed Murong Jing, who was refined in the Wu'an Guixu, in the Sky City. Tu Shanjun's road to refining the false took another step forward after the initial breakthrough.

Tu Shanjun sighed.

He chose to get involved in such a large force vortex in order to improve his own strength as soon as possible.

I don't want Luo Tianfeng to restrict his combat power so strictly, and I don't want to give him any chance.

But he can wait.

Luo Tianfeng definitely has enough souls in his hand that he hasn't released yet. Now he is letting him improve his strength to prevent Luo Tianpeng from escaping.

With the ability of Wu'an Guixu, it is more than enough to suppress the souls that are one level higher than his own.

Back then, Tushanjun suppressed Donghaijun, who was in the state of transformation, with his Yuanying cultivation.

...

"Good!"

Luo Tianfeng, who was in charge of the Zunhun Banner, shouted happily.

He just needed the main soul of the Zunhun Banner to reach this level.

Luo Tianfeng also knew that after this world saint soul fell, Tushanjun would definitely be able to break through the boundary between true and false, refine the false and return to the true, and condense the true Dharma image.

However, refining the false is still in the process of refining, and when it can be true depends on personal luck.

Gusu Cuiguang stared at the ten-foot-tall soul banner held in Luo Tianfeng's palm with many expressions in his eyes.

He understood.

This is the magic weapon that can absorb souls and advance.

No wonder the leader asked him to investigate the details of the weapon.

This is indeed a very important matter.

More important than anything else.

Seeing that the Soul Honoring Banner has the power to suppress Huanzhen Dasheng, Luo Tianfeng set his eyes on Zuo Tianwang's face.

He said calmly: "When we became sworn brothers, I may not be a good leader, but I have never treated you badly, but you joined forces with outsiders to surround and kill me."

"Heh."

Luo Tianpeng sneered and did not make any excuses for himself.

He said frankly and generously: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, that's all, I have nothing to say, I just didn't expect that such a careful plan would have loopholes and let your soul escape from it."

"This doesn't mean you won."

"Luo Tianfeng!"

When Luo Tianfeng heard that the soul escaped, a subtle color flashed in his eyes.

He had thought about the problem a long time ago, but he didn't need to explain it for Luo Tianpeng at all.

"Since you don't want to commit suicide, I will personally send you off, my brother."

Luo Tianfeng's right hand suddenly pulled out an iron rod.

The dark and restrained mace is like the Mingwang pestle in hell. In his hand, it can exert supreme power. It is a divine weapon, a heavenly strike.

Luo Tianpeng swept away his dejection.

He raised the divine sword in his backhand: "How much strength can you exert if you are lucky enough to survive?"

Lu Jingsha, who was standing behind Luo Tianpeng, took a step forward.

Gusu Cuiguang on the side said in a deep voice: "Your opponent is me."

A little later.